Thoughts About Love- A Commonplace Book
- Skin is the boundary between Soul and the world. The shape of skin does not seem to matter.
- Wife: mother, lover, gate of life, time, death. I now see her folds and contours lose tautness. I recall the mixture of feelings I have toward my own aging body; the impulses I still do not completely understand. and I feel tenderness. My restless mind wants to fix on one or some of her qualities so that I can say I have found who she is. – But it is beyond understanding.
- It is a strange fact that the gesture which gives her pleasure does the same for me, implying a kind of intermingling of our souls. Human beings look at their sex as something, curious, humorous, questioning, anguished… No animal does this. -Ovid was right, erotic experience involves a metamorphosis— a beast, a flower, a clear pool. Something more and less than human is involved.